Best Movie Fest Ever at Century South Point

Best Movie Fest Ever at Century South Point

Cinemark Holdings, Inc have partnered up with Twentieth Century Fox creating the Best Movie Fest Ever festival which will present a series of film exhibits at a preselected amount of cinemas across the country and in Las Vegas, Nv the events will take place at Century South Point. The Cinemark cinema at the South Point Hotel, Casino and Spa currently has a number of special events but this latest one is actually a “mini film festival.”

House Republican Claims Enough Votes to Impeach President Obama

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Memories of an Unsettling House

Not the same house, but very similar in design.

When I was about 11 or 12 my dad bought a big two story house in the small town of Lincoln, Arkansas. It was right next door to my Gran’s house, except for a vacant lot that sat between the two houses and served as a great place for baseball, football, and any other leisure activity you could think of.

We lived quite a long distance from this house and weekends were spent going down and ‘camping out’ in the house while dad renovated the house for us. It was fun. We slept on camp beds and by the time Monday had come along, everyone was glad to go back to their regular pursuits.

The house itself could be a bit unsettling. Hell, to call a spade a spade, it could be just downright scary. The family who’d lived in the house before we bought it had a son. This young man was a bit off in left field. That is the kindest way I can think to put it.

The detached garage that came with the house had been graffitied from the floor up to and including the ceiling. Swastika’s filled just about every free space. A number of statements that declared that all Jewish people must die fought for equal billing on the garage’s interior. To step into that place was a gooseflesh inducer. It felt creepy, wrong and on some deeper level, scary.

Going into the house and upstairs to the bedrooms we found that two of the rooms led right to the attic. The attic and one bedroom was filled with iron crosses. These crosses had all been stolen from Civil Wargraves throughout the regions cemetery’s. I cannot remember the reason they’d been stolen. I don’t know if it was for the metal or for some other arcane and disturbing reason.

The crosses looked exactly like these but were all metal.

A few phone calls later and the crosses were on their way home. It had apparently been baffling police for sometime as to who had taken the crosses and where they might be. I am pretty sure that they were all put back on the graves they were taken from.

On the same day that we found the garage shrine to Hitler and the Civil War crosses, I found the puzzle box lid. The caption or name of the puzzle has long since vanished in the recesses of my memory. The actual picture on the box lid of the puzzle, has not.

The scene was set in a ‘Hammer’ version of a Victorian England graveyard. A red brick mausoleum lurked in the background amid bushes and trees. In the foreground a werewolf moved through the gravestones toward some unsuspecting victim. Doesn’t sound too bad does it?

But, it was.

The amount of detail was incredible. The werewolf looked as though he could leap off the box lid and rip your throat out. The amount of blood and gore dripping from his claws and mouth attested to the fact that he had already attacked someone. The eyes in his furry face rolled madly and he literally scared the crap out of me. As I sat looking at this box lid, my brother had wandered to the back of the closet where we’d found this horror puzzle box lid.

He found more Civil War crosses and as I moved to see what he’d found, the closet door slammed shut and we were trapped in the closet. I kicked the door, but as the closet was not very deep, I couldn’t get enough power behind the kicks to pop the door back open. We tried yelling for help and even banged on the floor with one of the very heavy crosses.

After what seem like an eternity, my father came upstairs looking for my brother and me. By this time we were so hoarse that all we could manage was a quiet, ‘help.’ We were let out and my father made note of the fact that the door handles on the closet were the wrong kind and set about removing the one currently on the door.

When we next came to see the house the box lid with its monstrous werewolf had vanished.

When I asked my dad, he could not remember seeing it, but was of the opinion that it had belonged to the ‘black sheep’ son of the previous family. He then told me a story about the young man.

“Seems this boy drove his motorcycle over the state border into Oklahoma. He went to one of the ‘Indian’ towns there and parked his bike on the main drag. There was a Pool Hall there and he could see a load of boys from the area playing pool. After a minute or two of watching the local Indians play pool through the hall’s plate glass window, he decided to go in. The second he gets in the room he starts singing, ‘One little, two little, three little Indians…’ He didn’t get any further than that. One of the braves broke a pool cue over his face and he got thrown through the plate glass window.”

Dad stopped there and wiped his forehead, “What a crazy-assed thing to do.” He looked at me and smiled. “You know,” he said, “they still haven’t found his motorbike, but, he’s still got the scars from that night.”

I know what he meant. After all the years since we lived in that house and some of the downright strange and scary things that happened there, I still have memories that are like long healed scars. The puzzle box lid for instance. I only have to close my eyes and the lid leaps to the front of my mental eye. I can recall just about every detail of that damned werewolf. The slobber that ran from his mouth, the blood and gore that dripped from his claws and chin, and the torn  bloody state of his clothes.

Not long ago I had the brilliant idea of Googling this particular image and got absolutely nothing back. I even varied my search. Still nothing. That’s okay though. If I was a better artist, I could draw from memory the image of the box lid. But to be really honest? I’m glad I don’t have that talent. Like everything else that this strange young man had touched, it just seemed wrong.

I also hope that whatever strange phase this fellow was going through, that he outgrew it, or at the very least grew up and lost interest. If he hasn’t, I hope I never bump into him.

At night.

In the dark. 

Excuse me pal. You gotta light?

Global Warming My Ass

Okay, I will admit that the climate is changing. I saw The Day After Tomorrow too. It was a good film with some knock out scenes and performances. It also had the added benefit in that it made people wake up to the fact that our weather is changing.

But getting warmer?? Un-uh, don’t think so.

I am setting in the front room of my house and seriously debating on whether or not I should put the central heating on. So what, I hear you ask. Here’s what. It is the middle of frigging June! Even in the ‘cool’ country of The United Kingdom, the idea of putting the heating on in the middle of June, beggars belief.

Yes, the climate is changing, I think I said that already, but getting warmer, does not appear to be the direction it is heading. I know that we have multiple tornadoes now where before we only had one-at-a-time. We have torrential rain-fall that comes down so fast that our existing drainage systems, after chuckling weakly, gives up and floods.

We have holes in the ozone layer that allows the sun to burn the crap out of us, even in the winter. We have hurricanes aplenty and earthquakes are becoming a very frequent occurrence.

All of these things are indeed global. But if we were getting globally warmer, that would surely mean that we here in the UK would be getting warmer weather as well. Doesn’t it??

Oh well, I guess I will carry on this internal debate over the issue of turning on the central heat in the middle of what is essentially summer and look on the world map and check  temperatures in other parts of the world. I do know that last year when my daughter and I went to the States, roughly about the same time of year, we boiled. The three states of Arkansas, Oklahoma and Texas were all part of a big furnace. The average daily temperature was over 108 degrees Fahrenheit.

So I’ll agree with the idea of global warming, but I think I’ll also believe that right now, the worlds thermostat is on the fritz. I wonder how much it’ll cost to have someone repair it?